The Phone Rings

The ringing of the phone interrupted the discussion. Striding naked from the bedroom into the living room, Rick caught the call on the second ring. As did Carl downstairs at the bar.

Rick: Hello.
Carl: Rick's Cafe Americain
Ferrari: Hello, Rick?
Carl: No, Carl.
Rick: Yes, this is Rick.
Ferrari: Oh, I am surprised that you are awake so early. I was expecting Carl.
Carl: Is that you, Signor Ferrari? This is Carl.
Rick: Alright, I'll hang up and let you talk to Carl.
Ferrari: No, I don't want to talk to Carl. I was just expecting him to answer the phone.
Carl: I am answering the phone, Signor Ferrari. Sometimes all morning I am answering the phone.
Rick: O.K. Everybody has answered the phone. Ferrari, who do you want to talk to?
Ferrari: I want to talk to you, Rick.
Rick: Carl, hang up the phone.
Carl: I am hanging up phone now. Answer phone. Don't answer phone. Answer phone but hang up phone.
*click*

As if all of that had not been confusing enough, Yvonne had followed him into living room. Standing in front of Rick and still nude as was he, she chewed her lower lip mischievously as the came to realize the chaos going on. Lowering herself to her knees, she placed both hands on his hips and brought her opened mouth over to wrap her lips around the head of his limp dick. It didn't stay limp for long. Reaching down to place his free hand on the top of Yvonne's moving head, Rick continued his conversation. Rolling her eyes upwards, she watched Rick's face while she sucked him off.

Rick: I've told you before my club is not for sale.

Yvonne's cheeks were caved-in from applying suction to Rick's cock. She rocked back and forth on her knees, her lips milking the shaft.

Rick: Well then, what is it if not the club? You already know Sam prefers it here, so he's not going to start performing at The Blue Parrot.

Pulling her head back, the hard cock slipping from her mouth, Yvonne grabbed the shaft in her right hand so that she could hold it out of the way of his balls. Tilting her head to one side, she leaned in, bathing Rick's hairy nut-sack with her tongue.

Rick: My phone's not tapped. You can explain now.

Sitting back on her heels, Yvonne held her lover's dick at eye level, studying it, while sliding her hand back and forth along its full length. Rick's laugh caused her to look up at his face again.

Rick: Well, no. No one can be sure of what Captain Renault might have ordered.

Opening her mouth once more, she put the tip of his dick back inside, pressing her lips tightly around it. Just behind the flaring ridge. Hefting his balls with her left hand, she began pumping her right fist rapidly, and sucking hard on the head.

Rick: No, no. I was just groaning cause I got a bit of a leg cramp.

Yvonne smiled around the cock in her mouth when Rick began stroking her head, petting and caressing it as she worked to get him off.

Rick: Alright. Alright. What time?

When Rick started hunching his hips, Yvonne wrapped her hand around the base of his cock and moved her head forward so that her lips were pressed up against her fist. She remained still, letting him face fuck her.

Rick: I don't know if she will want to come, but I will ask her.

He grabbed the back of Yvonne's head while leaning forward from the waist, his hips thrusting wildly.

Rick: Yeah... Yeah... I'm coming.

Yvonne's eyes rolled up to check Rick's face. She had not meant to make him cum during the middle of a phone call, especially a call with Signor Ferrari. But then she realized he was telling the other man he would be going somewhere. He was not addressing Yvonne about cumming.

Rick: Right. See you then.

He slammed the receiver down in its cradle and his now free hand joined his other one at the back of Yvonne's head.Sliding his feet further apart for better balance, he began to slam into her face the way he had slammed down the phone. The kneeling woman started making **** noises, but those almost immediately became muffled gurgling noise when he began orgasming. Her eyes rolled around frantically as she felt her mouth filling with her lover's load; her cheeks bulged.

When he had finished ejaculating, Rick did not release her head and she once more looked up at him. She shook her head but Rick nodded his. Even when she put her hands on his thighs and pushed as hard as she could, she could not pull her head away.

Yielding to the inevitable, she closed her eyes and swallowed. She had to swallow twice to get it all down. He let her pull back, but kept his hands tightly gripped to her head. "Open your mouth."

With an exasperated sigh, she did just that. Satisfied that Yvonne had indeed swallowed, he let her go. She bolted from the living room, ran through the bedroom, and into the bedroom. He followed to find her hunched over the sink, spitting repeatedly.

"Ewww," she whined while turning her head to look accusingly at him. "Why do you always make me do that?" Grabbing her tooth brush and the tooth paste, she explained, "I do not mind you cumming in my mouth. I really don't. But why can't I just spit it out when you are done with me."

He walked up behind her, slipping his arms around her waist and resting his chin on her shoulder. "When will you ever learn that sucking is swallowing, swallowing is sucking? Fellatio is like Capistrano."

She glared at him in the mirror as she angrily brushed her teeth. "I've always hated that song."

"Anyway," he released her and walked towards the bed, falling across it on his back. "I have a meeting with Ferrari tomorrow. At his home. He has invited you if you wish to attend."

There were the sounds of more spitting in the bathroom then she was walking out, drying her face with a towel. "Attend a business meeting? Sounds exciting." From her tone, anyone could tell that the idea sounded to her anything but exciting.

"Well, no," Rick explained while reaching for the cigarettes on the nightstand. "He said you and his housekeeper could have coffee together and chat while we are in his den discussing whatever he wants to talk about."

"Coffee with his housekeeper?" she wrinkled her nose. "I never much cared for that woman. She gives me the creeps."

"You don't have to come," Rick replied, lighting up the cigarette.

"Yes I do," Yvonne joined him, sitting on the edge of the bed next to him while getting a cigarette for herself. "If I don't, he might view it as an insult. Or..." she bent her head to flaming lighter that Rick was holding up to her. "It will make you look bad." She took a deep drag on the cigarette. Exhaling a gray cloud of smoke, "I'll go. Just try not to let the meeting drag on too long."